Dear Satan

Dear Satan,

Having already sent a letter to God (no reply yet) I thought that I'd also write to you, to see how the land lies between us at the moment. Perhaps sort one or two things out with you, a bit of straight talking between my demons and the devil, if you like... only kidding! Of course I realised a long time ago that what you say 'goes' and what you do... well, it's there for all to see.

Anyway, I've decided to write you a short poem, in homage to you. I hope you enjoy it!

My liege, you're pure darkness, you're the ice in my heart
You're the hate and the fear and you turn light into dark
And your hate is a beautiful rage, it's a nuclear explosion
You poison the seas and blight the land with soil erosion

My lord, you kill hope with despair and turn an eye blind
You turn water into acid and have all my demons aligned
You're a stab in the back, but always cloistered by guile
And you feed the preachers of hate with venomous bile

Dear Satan, you're the rope and the knot; the noose round my neck
And when we play cards you always pull Death from the deck
You're cunning and deceitful as you play all your devilish tricks
But you are there for me on speed dial, number six, sixty six

I know you get a lot of fan mail, but I hope you find time to read my verse of appreciation... hopefully you'll not burn it in the fires of Hell at least! Hey, don't forget that I'm the one fanning those flames and creating the thermals for that fucking vulture that's keeping a beady eye on me! I'm just saying, that's all, you know that you can rely on me.... I'm going nowhere, am I? For god sake (apologies for the blasphemy there). Just needed to get that off my chest, sorry.

Your loyal subject

Xaphan

Dear God

Dear God,

Hi there, how are you? ........hello, anyone there? Just kidding!

We haven't corresponded before and I've never met you, or even heard from you, but there has been plenty of stuff written about you. It's all old material now though and scribed by ghost writers back in the day, I guess they're just 'ghosts' now though!

You'll have to excuse my flippant joviality (some might say "sarcastic" - hey, whatever!).
Anyway, as you may or may not know, I fell from Heaven into Hell a long time ago and I'm just hoping that you don't bear me any ill feelings. I don't remember anything about it myself, but my liege Satan has even suggested that you threw me out! I can't remember a "Heaven" though, as for "Hell", well......
I just want you to know, that living in hell wasn't my choice, I just found myself here. It's not a lonely place though, there're so many others here and some are doing the devil's work - I'm just fanning the flames:

Cast into Hades, 'tis now where I dwell
Abandoned here in this flaming pit of Hell
Now and thereafter an inmate of perdition
Under eternal scrutiny without remission...

Hope has burned away and my soul's long lost
Evil reigns unabated and it's with a deadly cost
Left with demons and doubt and a funereal pyre
Perhaps purgatory's the fate of the utterly dire?

Dear God, Satan's my liege, but it's a heavy load
So I'm speaking to you in the secret tongues of code
Our father wherever, can you see a circling vulture?
Spying a beady eye on me, in this sea of sulphur...

Perhaps you can see, perhaps you can understand the meaning of the verse, perhaps you are omnipotent and mayhap you are the saviour. If you're just a manifestation of someone's fucked up imagination, then I'll probably not see you here, there, or anywhere in Hell. But you need to know that Satan is very much alive and well.

Hopefully this letter won't get lost in the empyrean post... or be 'returned to sender'. Anyway if you do get to read it, I hope you can appreciate the poem's sentiment, yeah? ........hello, anyone there? Ha ha, just kidding again!

Kindest regards

Xaphan

#Leap Of Faith #Watching My Back #Invisible Shopping

#Leap Of Faith

My god above said that I could fly
Said he'd unfurl my wings, so I would not die
He said to me "take this leap of faith"
I'm sure it was him; or was it a ghastly wraith?...
...ahhhhhh

#Watching My Back

My thoughts are focused, but my mind's restricted
I'm so self obsessed, some might say "addicted"
I'm sure that's what they said, but I was smoking crack
And now I'm paranoid, so I'm watching my back

#Invisible Shopping

The invisible man is flummoxed and in a terrible mood
He's been out shopping and bought his invisible food
He's standing there wondering, thinking this is bizarre
Because somewhere in the car park is his invisible car

'Wake'

I await the wake

As I desecrate the grave

That I'm buried in

Dear Earth

Dear Earth,

Hi there, how are you? I thought I'd drop you a line, because some of the family are a bit worried about you. They're saying that you're not too happy about the way things are going at the moment, that we might be abusing your trust? I really hope that you don't think that this is the case, because we've put in so much hard work to get where we are!

I've got a few bullet points for you -

* We own the place! (we've got the paperwork, OT & NT etc) I'm sure you remember agreeing to this? If not, consult your legal team.
* It's up to you to prove that the above is BS and that you take precedent.
* We were told to go forth and multiply and multiply and multiply, so we did.
* Our maintenance of the place has been impeccable. We've cut back the forests, so it's all neat and tidy and easier to control. As we speak we're burning off ALL of the filthy fossil fuels, so everywhere should be a lot cleaner after we've finished doing that. Also you'll be glad to hear that we're trying everything in our power to get this place warmed up a bit.
* We're keeping all the needy wildlife well under control, habitat adjustment, poaching and hunting - even culling where necessary (there are no current plans to cull ourselves, but read on).
* We have a master plan, that'll keep both you and us happy. Details to follow some time soon.
* We have to borrow (and take) today, for our tomorrow. That's business I'm afraid; very afraid.

Let's cut to the chase here, quite frankly you have a reputation for "extinction" events! You need to understand that that's not going to happen with us; got it? We're not abusing you, we're on your side, honestly (our whole ethos is built on honesty and trust and most importantly living in harmony). We know what's best for you, so relax and don't worry about a thing - everything's under control (our control - don't forget that!).

So I hope all that has put your molten core at ease, I'm sure it has. Finally could you cut back on the forest fires, droughts, floods, cyclones and hurricanes etc. There's no need for it really, is there now? Oh, one last thing, if you think we're getting like all consuming locusts and are leaving behind a bit of a mess, you'll be happy to hear that we've got some very powerful nuclear cleaning devices. If needed they'll be deployed to get the place nicely cleaned up and sterile.

Kindest regards

Xaphan (pp Humanity)

All My Dreams Are Nightmares

All my dreams are nightmares, of crashing planes
Long lost lovers with others and dirge like strains
Locked in the reality of nothing, I'm forced to watch
My wretched silent screams I cannot seem to quash
Yearning for amnesia, but there's always one last thought
Devilline crystal eyes, I'm by this dreamcatcher, caught
Ravenously it feeds the deepest, darkest, hour of pain
Each taunting tale of terror shown, burns like acid rain
All my dreams are nightmares and this love's, a myth
My only genuine faith, is in all these ghosts, I'm with
Sometimes they may appear using my personal traits
Almost reassuring, but I know it's the guise of wraiths
Ringing like a death knell, but it's the alarm that's calling
Easing the dread for a while, come the dawn of mourning
Needing the reality of nothing, for all my dreams are dead
I try to quell my racing heart and find my sanity's thread
Gone, for now, those memories, for daylight's my antisera
Hostilities will resume though, come the next chimera
They'll re-emerge in the night and show me horror and loss
Macabrely leading me, like an effigy, to a burning cross
All my dreams are nightmares, they're from a cliff to fall
Reaching for a silent lover, who's back in another's thrall
Each haunting hour of horror is like those crashing planes
Stalling before falling, then hideous plumes from flames

Paradise Hill

In hopeful reveries might we be led through Eden's garden
To a certain place where we might find salvation's pardon
And there, they say, we'll be beyond our humanity's will
For at the end of the road is the sanctuary of Paradise Hill

Perhaps tonight we'll encounter an unspoilt ocean's roar
And start our journey on the golden sands of a distant shore
Rambling inland we might hope to find the spring of Taurus
Accompanied by, on high, the songbirds exuberant chorus
Dunes of naught but sand will lead to aromatic lavender fields
In a constant fragrant blooming of pure perpetual yields
Sun ripened crops will range, far and wide, in perfect weather
Everything raised and reaped, finally equally shared together
Happy thoughts to ponder, but the path's a tarmac lane
In an idyll that was never ever, the illusion's all in vain
Look back in fear, or not, as we try to cross this shire
Look forward with hope, or not, for what we all aspire

There's a dream of an Eden and it's on Paradise Hill
It's there beyond the yonder, where humanity's still
Tho' the choir's ethereal, perhaps it's a place of plenty
But the road is long and some say the church is empty

#Rainbow Palm #Paradise Hill #Wet Dream

#Rainbow Palm

Cross your palm with this sunlit rainbow's hue
Then cage and crush it, 'til it's naught but dew
And kill its beauty, as your tears pour like rain
Evanescing, Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain

#Paradise Hill

There's a dream of an Eden on Paradise Hill
It's there beyond the yonder, where humanity's still
Tho' the choir's ethereal, perhaps it's a place of plenty
But the road is long and some say the church is empty

#Wet Dream

I'm drowning in a dream induced by gallons of Bud
Locked in a delirious dream of a technicolor flood
There are rivers and oceans and a waterfall pouring
And a cloying dampness beyond my slumbering snoring